Solace

Buffy left Willow’s house close to dusk leaving Willow to get Spike ready. She ran a bath for him and filled the water with lavender oil hoping the smell would help him reach some metal clarity. She briefly wondered if Aromatherapy worked for vampires. Maybe it worked better since they had heightened senses. She shrugged and tested the water. She laid out his cloths on the closed toilet seat. She sat out his other toiletries before she carefully woke him.

He grumbled but pushed off the bed, making sure the dark blue sheet kept him modest. She handed him a mug of blood and sat down on the bed next to him. He took the mug from her, looking at her with tired eyes. He chugged the contents, handed her back the mug, and laid back down, his palms pressed to his eyes.

“Can’t get rid of em Red. All the things we no I did. All the people I killed screamin’ in ‘ere.”

Willow’s sad eyes traveled the length of his tight body. She could feel the flush reach her face and she felt guilty for lusting after the anguished vampire. ‘Bad Willow’ she chastised herself. He looked like he was in so much pain and she didn’t know what to do to help him but she could not help but let her eyes wonder.

Spike pulled one hand away from his eyes and chuckled when he saw Willow. He could smell her arousal but to see the struggle on her face just made him laugh. She was a white hat through and through no matter what kind of power she possessed. With a small smile he reached out for her and when she went to take his hand he pulled her down into his arms.

“Stay with me a bit, yeah? Been a bit out of sorts.” Spike rested his arm over his eyes.

Willow snuggled into his body resting her head on his strong shoulder. Her small hands traced the muscles that were visible on his stomach. “You are a bit more coherent today and you haven’t talked to yourself!” Willow beamed up at Spike.

He lifted his arm just enough to look down at her. He chuckled deep in his chest, resting his arm back over his eyes, “Just woke up give me time.”

“I ran you a bath.”

“You gonna join me?”

“Um?”

“Wot? Wot if I need help washin me back?” He paused then snorted in amusement, “May have a soul now luv but I can still be bad.”

It was Willow’s turn to laugh. “What did I say before about my virtue?”

“If I remember correctly it was you that damaged my virtue last time.” Spike ran his fingers up and down her arm. “Wish the headache would stop. Makin’ me right sick it is.”

“Does Advil work on vampires?”

“No. Sorry to say. Just have to deal with it. I just wish some of these buggerin’ voices would go get a soddin’ job or wot not and leave me alone.”

Willow giggled again and tried to sit up. She struggled for a moment before she looked over at Spike. The only part of his face visible under his arm was his smirk. Willow poked him in the side but the smirk never left his face. She rolled her eyes and snuggled back up next to him.

“Stupid vampire arm.” She huffed, “We have things to do tonight Spike.”

“Yeah? More important than stayin’ in bed with yours truly?”

“Well yeah sort of. I wanted to go back to your crypt today and get the rest of your stuff so you could just stay here with me I mean that is until you know things settle down and stuff and maybe I can get a part time job or something and you and I could you know get an apartment that way I don’t have to be alone all the time and you can have cable or something like that and I could keep hot chocolate and blood and stuff and then I wouldn’t have to walk home alone at night because you would be walking with me and…”

Spike leaned over and pressed his lips to hers effectively silencing her babble. Willow gasped in shock giving Spike the entrance he needed to slide his tongue in her awaiting mouth. He caressed her mouth with his lips and massaged her warm tongue with his cool one. He smiled against her lips when he felt her arms pull him closer. He rolled the rest of the way so that his body was covering hers.

Willow’s hands trailed down his body, nails running lines down his pale skin. She spread her legs to let him settle in over her body. She gripped his firm ass pulling his body even closer, all of the frustration from the last few days building up causing the gentle need from the days before to ignite into a burning passion.

Spike left her mouth and started to lick and nip at her neck. Willow arched against him, a moan erupting from her lips. His hands found their way up her shirt and fondled one supple breast above her bra. He ground his hips against hers before he pulled her up far enough to pull her shirt off. He kissed her breast through her emerald bra, his hands massaging her hips.

She laced her fingers in his hair as he trailed kisses down her body. His nimble fingers undid the button on her black pants. He slid the zipper down and trailed his hands along the milky white flesh of her thighs. He discarded her pants and crawled back up her body. He could feel her trembling with need beneath him and he wanted nothing more than to ravage her body.

He kissed her swollen lips, putting as much passion behind the kiss as he was able to. He needed her to know that this was not a game for him. He wanted her in ways he could not describe. She had touched him, moved him, in a way he could not express and he hoped that this kiss would be enough for her to know and realize everything that he was feeling.

“Spike.”

“Don’t worry luv I won’t hurt you.”

“I trust you.”

He growled in lust and pulled her emerald underwear off. Spike gave her a smirk before his eyes trailed her body. He crawled back down her body with sleek catlike motions. He paused and looked into her eyes as he lowered his mouth to her burning center. He licked up her length, taking her clit into his mouth.

Willow’s gasps quickly turned into deep throated moans as Spike alternated between licks, nips, and sucks on her throbbing center. She could feel the tingling of her orgasm building in the base of her spine. She dug her fingers deeper into Spike’s hair and braced her legs over his shoulders. She could feel Spike smirk against her dripping center. She felt like her lungs were going to burst, the air refused to stay in her body as he continued to work her.

He lifted his head long enough to lick his lips, “It’s ok Willow let go and I’ll catch you.” His blue eyes locked with her lust filled eyes and he gave a small genuine smile before he descended again. This time his fingers danced over her quivering hole as he blew cool breath against her aching jewel. The minute his lips touched her again she screamed her release. Spike drank her dry but did not give her a chance to recover as he slid one finger deep within her.

He adjusted her legs as he pulled himself back to her mouth. His finger continued to work her tight center as his lips claimed hers again. He growled in lust as she bit his bottom lip. He added a second finger, scissoring them to prepare her for his thick cock. Her hips started to jerk onto his fingers. He gently added a third finger, nudging her clit with his thumb as she ground down onto him. He could feel her walls squeeze his fingers as she came again, her moan swallowed by his mouth.

Her body trembled beneath him, her cheeks flushed with passion. He released her mouth and just looked down at her until her eyes fluttered open. Her panting breaths gently kissed his cool skin. He smirked at her grunt and pouting lip when he pulled his wet fingers from her. He brought his hand to his mouth but before he could lick his fingers clean Willow grabbed his wrist. He cocked an eyebrow at her. Willow took his hand and sucked his fingers into her mouth. Her tongue caressed his digits.

“Jesus Willow.” He grunted out as she tasted herself.

She released his fingers and looked up at him with lust filled eyes. Her lips slightly parted and her pink tongue catching the last remaining drops off her lips. She pulled his head down to her mouth once more in a passion filled kiss.

“I want you William.” She whispered as she pulled away.

He crashed his lips to hers again mimicking the actions his fingers had just taken. He did not know how to feel. No one had ever called him William while they made love. Sure Angelus had called him William while he fucked him but only to hurt and mock him. Willow had called him William, not to mock him, but to express that she saw him. That he was an equal, a man, not some toy, not a monster, but a man. He knew at that moment he would never long for Drusilla or play with Harmony or even think of the Slayer as anything more than a friend. That one simple word had changed his world forever.

He used his hand and guided himself into her searing heat. He entered her slowly allowing her time to adjust to his size and the feel of a man. His head dropped to her shoulder. He was breathing hard, trying to control the need to thrust deep within her and take her hard and fast. After what felt like an eternity he was fully sheathed within her. He held still waiting for the look of discomfort to shift into pleasure.

“Please don’t move yet.” Willow begged, her lips brushing against his ear.

“No baby, not until you say to. You feel so good. So tight and wet, you may be the closest thing to heaven I will ever get.” Spike’s deep voice was gruff with passion as he continued to whisper in her ear. “God I’ve wanted this for so long I can’t even remember. I offered to turn you, give you eternal life, and I’m so glad I couldn’t. I would have never been happy with a changed you.” He kept talking, his mind kept telling him to stop but his mouth just kept going. His cockney accent had long since left and his proper English accent had returned.

Just before he could say anything more Willow started to wiggle against him. He slowly moved, pulling out and slowly thrusting back. He set a slow and passionate pace. Spike lifted his head and looked into her eyes. His fingers brushed away her sweat dampened hair from her eyes. He rolled his hips as he entered her, making sure to hit the spots that made her gasp in pleasure. He could feel her finger nails digging into his shoulders urging him on but he kept the slow pace.

“Faster William please.” Willow begged thrusting against him. “I’m so close please let me cum.”

Spike growled deep in his chest, his face shifting. He bent his head down and started lapping at her pulse point, wanting so bad to sink his teeth in and taste her lust and passion filled blood. He could feel his orgasm building in the base of his spine. Her scent, her taste was driving him over the edge. His thrusts quickened as he continued to lick and suck on her pulse point. He could feel her slowly coming closer and closer to the edge. He slipped his hand between them and fondled her clit.

Her body tightened around him, squeezing him in a way that he had never felt. Her head snapped back, her body arched up, and her nails dug small crescent moons into his skin as she screamed his name in her completion. He followed shortly behind her, spilling his cool seed into her scalding warmth.

He rolled off of her, both groaning at the loss of contact, and pulled her into his arms. He kissed the top of her head, his hands running trails up and down her back. She looked up at him and let her delicate fingers trace the ridges of his demonic face. She smiled gently as he shivered against her touch.

“I guess I got you all worked up huh?” She giggled.

Spike shook his head and pulled his human face forward. “Sorry luv. You ‘ave no idea what you do to me.” His cockney accent was back and he smirked before he captured her lips in a soft and gentle kiss. “Now ‘ow bout that bath.”